One BlastA Poem by Inked SupermanI know all too well the feel, I have tasted the cold steel. That chamber in my mouth, Ready for a trip down south. Finger laid there on the trigger, The fear inside growing bigger. Different from the past times, One blast to end the rhymes. A little squeeze to end the pain, The thoughts in my head slain. Deep breath in, sigh, now no damns, Squeeze trigger, click...... it jams. Drop the gun and I begin to cry, What in the hell did I just try. Now tears flooding the floor, Wishing help was at the door. Scared and feel completely alone, Would anyone care if I was gone. Drag myself to bed and try to sleep, Price I almost paid was to steep. Close my eyes to my inner cries, Hope over night the pain dies. Hope to wake up to a new day, One that I can feel a new way.
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Added on March 13, 2020 Last Updated on March 15, 2020 AuthorInked SupermanNacogdoches, TXAboutI'm just your basic country boy from the backwoods of East Texas. Ink is how I tell my story whether it's on paper or on my skin. I know I'm not the best writer or anything, or even if they are good. .. more..Writing
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